A poem

My pen holds special ink

I bought it without thought

The purple ink was new

It promised me a lot

This new ink holds no feelings

It doesn’t have a past

Its just a pen on paper

Its words will never last

With this new ink I scribble

Whatever comes to mind

Leave out the words he whispered

About lasting love you find

As ink flows on the page

I think about the day

When I believed his words

He had so much to say

A story starts to form

My pen is on a roll

Its searching for more meaning

My pen hunts down my soul

This ink that had no feelings
is now desperate for a heart
My pen needs to believe
That words don't fall apart

I put my pen away
Refuse to let it write
I don't want pens that feel
I already lost that fight

I try to let it go
I throw it on the floor
It finds my hand again
Purple ink is at my door

With hope I throw a feeling
Directed at the man
Who promised me forever
Then from his words he ran

As I release the past
My pen begins to tell
A story where the words
Remain unbroken to the end

So colorful my story
So colorful this ride
Releasing all my feelings
Gave me back my pride

And now my special pen
Writes feelings every day
We both believe in words
So be careful what you say